When a woman is on my arm, you can bet your life she suddenly becomes a hundred times more appealing to everyone else around. Why? Because I’m shit hot and I make them look shit hot, too.

There’s no doubt about it, I’m an arrogant hunk with an impressive six-pack.

I’m not looking for love. I’m not looking for money. I’m just looking for a hot woman to stroke a few things—my ego being one of them.

I choose my women like I choose my wine—if she doesn’t smell fruity or look rich, she’s got no chance.

Brooke Knight

I make sexy, sexier.

When a man or woman is on my arm, you can bet your arse they suddenly become a hundred times more appealing to everyone else around. Why? Because I’m sexy as shit and I make them look sexy as shit, too.

There’s no doubt about it, I’m a sexy, powerful woman with an impressive pair of legs.

I’m not looking for love. I’m not looking for money. I’m just looking for a hot man or woman to stroke a few things—my ego being one of them.

I choose my prey like I choose my perfume—if they don’t smell sweet or look expensive, they’ve got no chance.

They’re both egotistical, powerful people with uncontrollably intense sexual appetites.

But, what happens when two forces collide because they want the same thing, the same woman? I’ll tell you what happens—mighty, sexy things.